Kat had been hinting all day about how fun it would be to be tied up with a magic wand. Since she was obviously in the mood, it was the perfect opportunity for a little science. Once tied to the couch and gagged, the rules of the experiment were explained. A timer would be set for short blocks of time, starting with the vibrator on low. If she managed to make it through without an orgasm, the wand would switch to high with longer time blocks. If Kat could make it all the way to the end, she would earn a special surprise. Unfortunately for Kat, I know a lot about her kinks, and denying herself was going to be nearly impossible. If she gave in, well, she would be in for a very different kind of surprise.
Locked in chains on the floor wearing a latex catsuit, you would never guess they were a domme. As the last padlock clicked into place, they knew there was no turning back, more literal than they realized at the time. Surrounding them were dozens of balloons, each one concealing a set of keys. Somewhere in that sea of latex and air was the one set they actually needed. They were trapped until it was found, and given the awkward restraints, that was never going to be quick.
Struggling against the chains linking their collar, wrists, and ankles together, they fought to pop balloon after balloon, an exhausting task when movement itself is a challenge. Thirty minutes in, they had managed to work through only half of them, and still no luck. Exhaustion was starting to set in, and they started to plead for the key. I grinned and slowly shook my head no. Positions reversed, I know they would have done the same.
As it was Delphine's first time visiting, I asked what was on her wishlist of kinky activities. When she said that a proper mummification was at the top of the list, I knew exactly what she needed. Minutes later, she was smiling naked while rolls of microfoam were wrapped around her body. Each layer tightly covered the next to ensure no amount of struggling would produce any weak spots. That would not be good enough for Delphine, though; she was not completely helpless if she could still squirm. To remedy this, nylon straps secured her to the floor, rendering her completely immobile.
Delphine could only watch as weighted nipple clamps were added, as well as a vibrator. Even the luxury of sight was soon stripped away as more microfoam was added to her head. Gagged and unable to see, she felt the vibrator switch to high. Despite the deprivation, her body was overloaded with sensations. Pain became pleasure as she reached her first climax, only for the intensity in her nipples to rise again. The cycle continued as she loved every rapturous minute, exploding with another orgasm.
"It's too cold!" "Do I have to be gagged?" "How long will I be tied up?"
The questions and complaints were nonstop, but the message was clear. This was just her way of asking for what she really wanted. So, with a few tweaks, Bella was about to get everything she desired. Step one was to get every part of her body strapped down. The gag was next, a necessity to keep her protests at bay, at least until the next phase. Once she was helpless, some light tickling was used to ensure everything was secure. As expected, she was not going anywhere. One last addition to keep her new complaints at bay was the TENS box. Set to activate with sound, every noise she made delivered a shock.
Now rendered mute, her fun was not over. In fact, with the addition of a bucket of ice water above her, her time bound was completely in her own hands. A key to her handcuffs dangled above her, connected to a plug in the bucket. If pulled free, she would be doused with a gallon of ice water. The choice was Bella's now: struggle for hours or pull the plug and free herself early.
To say that Camila likes to be difficult is an understatement. I prefer to see it as her way of telling me to tie her tighter. So, with some two-inch straps and screws, I gave her exactly what she wanted. As a bonus to keep her on her toes, literally, iron pipes were strategically added, bringing her knees apart. Once she was completely helpless, it turned out that her inner thighs were quite ticklish. Despite her thrashing around, her restraints held easily.
The real fun began once the magic wand was brought out. The tight bondage, gag, and vulnerable position helped bring her to her first climax within a minute. In a state of sensory overload, Camila tried to get away from the wand, but it was no use. A second wave followed soon after as she started to plead for some relief. Instead of stopping, the device was taped to her leg, holding it firm against her pussy. As it continued to buzz on high, I lost count of how many she had.
